Zena

: I press the leather dildo toward her cunt. Zena: As you press the leather dildo inside her, Zena sways in rapture. All her senses are concentrated in her hot, vital interior. No thoughts but yearning carnal passion, no feeling but that ravenous craving between her legs. Her body throbs and pulsates as wave after wave of sensual urges courses through her. She plays dreamily with the large leather testicles, now running wet with her love fluid. The leather feels warm and slippery and soft as she caresses the object that was holding her in thrall. He pushes the dildo up with a fierce thrust. The world explodes in a screaming orgasm, and She pants in short gasps as the hashish maintains the climax for second after second. : I lean over and slide a finger over the wet, pink lips of her cunt to probe the soft warmth beyond. Zena: The feverish thrill of the probing, tingling touch snaps open Zena's eyes, and she gazes for a fraction of a second into your eyes. "," she breathes, "," but then her mind drifts away once again, and all she can feel and think of and understand is the raging passion that beats at her brain. Her body is on fire, and she craves surfeit. Her flesh tingles, quivers, and pulsates, wanting nothing more than satisfaction - gorged, replete satisfaction. Zena: Deeply humiliated, wretchedly aware he is only toying with her, Zena's lips part as she begins the faltering sentence. With each word her full mouth brushes the swollen head of your penis, her lips whisper the words softly against the sensitive organ, "Let me ... kiss ... your pleasure shaft ... master."